~ Black ~
Bellatrix
She was the oldest. The first born and a girl, she wasn't supposed to be a girl, they had wanted a boy, or well Druella hadn't cared but Cygnus did - he wished for a boy and didn't get one.
Maybe he would've loved her more if she had been a boy.
But she wasn't, she was a girl and the oldest.
Then there was Andromeda and then Narcissa.
Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa - stars.
She was the third brightest star in Orion and maybe the third brightest girl in the family.
Andromeda was the smart one, Narcissa the beautiful one and Bellatrix the... the mean one.
She hated them both - Andromeda more than she hated Narcissa. She loathed Andromeda - she envied her and she loathed herself for it.
Andromeda fought it.. all of it. The Black name, their family, their values and she let her self love; she didn't just marry the man she was told to marry. She picked him out on her own, and she didn't care that her parents cut her off. It didn't matter. She was happy.
Bella wasn't happy, she didn't get to marry a man she loved, she didn't get to pick him out; he was picked out for her - she was told to marry him, she didn't have the choice.
And she wasn't successful enough for him - they never had children.
She couldn't bear him children.
She didn't know love.
She never loved anyone in her life, not even her family, not even her sister, not even the stars.
Hate was the closest thing she had to love.
She did feel a sting though, when he died.
She had always meant to be the one that caused him death, but she hadn't really been sure if she could.
So when her curse hit him and he fell backwards and through the veil, it became clear to her. The veil killed him - she didn't. She didn't even succeed in killing a man.
And the last thing she saw was his smirk that said You lost. Because she did, even though his life was the one that was lost, she didn't succeed and that was worse.
She lost again.
The day she died.
It all had seemed playful to her, almost one hundred percent sure she was going to win.
She was playing with her food.
But her food won.
One second of playfulness and suddenly the curse had hit her and she felt it again.
Failure.
That was the right word about Bellatrix Lestrange née Black:
Failed to be born as a boy.
Failed to love.
Failed to bear her husband children.
Failed to kill her cousin.
Failed to live.
Failed death.
A/N: So this is a three shot, next chapter is Andromeda and then its Narcissa.
I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible :) Please tell me what you thought ;)